Brielle

thirty-one

smut warning ig lol

GRAYSON

Addiction. People can be addicted to many different things, drugs, alcohol, gambling.

But me, it's cigarettes and Bee.

Some people could say I'm addicted to love, not a person. But the way my insides are feeling as I'm playing with her hair as she sleeps on my chest, is telling me different.

Maybe I'm addicted to both.

And god, she tasted as good as she looks. Fucking amazing.

My hand twirls a strand of her hair as she stirs, nuzzling her head on my chest like she does every morning.

It does not help how her leg is right on top of my fucking 'morning wood' as Brielle calls it. I just call it a hard on, but she corrected me; saying it was funnier.

Several times.

If there was one place I'd always want to be, it would be right here.

With Brielle's head on my chest sound asleep as I listen to the even breaths leaving her mouth. One of the things I know about her, is that she loves to sleep in. It means I don't actually have to get up until she does.

I can just read an online book until she finally wakes up, it's a win, win.

Groaning, Bee lifts her head up, only to be met by the base of my phone.

She gasps and touches the top of her hair as she rubs the scalp soothingly. I bite back a laugh.

Poor girl has been awake two minutes and has already hit her head.

"Ouch."

A laugh leaves my throat, making her eyes up and glare at me. Her hand stays on her head as she groans, laying back down again.

"Stop laughing it's not funny," Brielle orders, closing her eyes again. Still fucking holding her head.

"Could of given me a concussion. I could of died, idiot."

"You're so dramatic," I sigh, resting my head against her pillow. Well really it's mine now, seeing as Bee always sleeps on the right side of the bed, by the wall.

And I sleep on the left side, away from the wall. I told her it's because I prefer it, but it's really incase someone comes in at night tryna murder her or something.

They'd see me first, hopefully mistaking her for me and then I'd die.

Instead of her.

"Am not," Bee huffs, resting her hand on my chest.

The action creates shivers down my back and I pull the covers up, hiding most of her lower back and my legs.

"You are."

"Whatever, you're annoying," Brielle sighs, her eyes glued shut. She does this every morning, tries to go back to sleep.